I don't encounter many Frankenstiens on a daily basis, and I would generally prefer to steer clear of any. Celebrating would be less than wonderful if I ran into a real Frankenstein so I'm going to tell you things I'm scared of instead of coming face to face with a green monster.
1. Bugs. I hate bugs so much. They are so incredibly freaky to me.
2. Snakes. Eww. They slither. They're sneaky. They eat cute mice. I dont like things that eat cute mice. Period.
3. Failing. To me, failing is one of the worst and scariest things imaginable. I would hate to fail in front of you. It is so embarrassing, and as if I don't already have enough embarrassing moments for you and me both.
4. People. I don't want to go into too many details, because after all, this blog is public. But certain people around the world scare me so much. I never want to meet you. You already loose. I know it.
5. Death. Not for me, I'm not worried. But for the people who die and have no idea where they are going. It's sad.
This list is really quite sad. So if you want to be nice, dont bring bugs or snakes or creepy people my way. Thank you. On a lighter note, I was looking at my files on LLB and found this:
My name is Kryn and I am a proud watcher of What Not to Wear. It’s hard to ignore, the daring and dashing Clinton, as well as the style savvy and sophisticated, Stacy. Together they will change the world and demand equal fashion for all. Long live Stacy and Clinton!
(Kryn N. is not a snob, but she does have uncommon fashion sense.)
I wrote this a very long time ago, so dont worry. I still love What Not To Wear. I watched one today. I also dont think I'm fashionable, but what am I supposed to say? "Kryn N would love to be fashionable, but unfortunately she is not." No one would go for that.
Sincerely,
Commin' for you Frankie.
Defeating the purpose
When I saw More Herbs, less salt day, the first thing that popped into my head was Basil Salt. But then I realized it sort of defeated the purpose of the day, So I'm saving it for Less herbs, more salt day which I'm fairly sure will roll around soon. If not, I will usher it in as a great celebration.
Herbs kind of confuse me. Don't get me wrong, I love them. They're pretty. They smell nice. But I sometimes am at a loss at how to incorporate them into the things i cook, which Is why I have insane amounts of Basil and mint in my garden. So even now, I'm no sure what to do. I need a clear direction for today.
At the moment, my right food is being choked in hot pink bandaging because I had surgery on my foot today. Saying surgery makes it sound like a horrible thing. And trust me, it wasn't that great. Here are some reasons I've compiled not to get a virus on your foot. (I just spelled it fut.)
1. It hurts.
2. It will have to be removed.
3. With a laser.
4. And since laser's hurt, a shot comes first.
5. You will not be able to run or swim for 3-4 days.
6. You will have to hobble around wherever you go.
7. People will ask you what happened.
8. You'll have to tell them it was a stupid virus.
9. It wont sound very important.
10. but it really, really is.
That was extremely pessimistic for blog this, but here is the good thing:The bandage is pink! If your foot (I did it again.) has to be chocked by a bandage, pink is pretty awesome color to be covered with. It is like the material that is on the outside of casts. I'm still considering if I want people to sign it or not.
Sincerely,
I want to go shopping and drive a motorized cart. I suggest you stay clear of Target for a few days. Things may not be pretty.
Herbs kind of confuse me. Don't get me wrong, I love them. They're pretty. They smell nice. But I sometimes am at a loss at how to incorporate them into the things i cook, which Is why I have insane amounts of Basil and mint in my garden. So even now, I'm no sure what to do. I need a clear direction for today.
At the moment, my right food is being choked in hot pink bandaging because I had surgery on my foot today. Saying surgery makes it sound like a horrible thing. And trust me, it wasn't that great. Here are some reasons I've compiled not to get a virus on your foot. (I just spelled it fut.)
1. It hurts.
2. It will have to be removed.
3. With a laser.
4. And since laser's hurt, a shot comes first.
5. You will not be able to run or swim for 3-4 days.
6. You will have to hobble around wherever you go.
7. People will ask you what happened.
8. You'll have to tell them it was a stupid virus.
9. It wont sound very important.
10. but it really, really is.
That was extremely pessimistic for blog this, but here is the good thing:The bandage is pink! If your foot (I did it again.) has to be chocked by a bandage, pink is pretty awesome color to be covered with. It is like the material that is on the outside of casts. I'm still considering if I want people to sign it or not.
Sincerely,
I want to go shopping and drive a motorized cart. I suggest you stay clear of Target for a few days. Things may not be pretty.
Bucket list
I'd really love to tell you everything about my dreams and the official dream of the day. But I'm a tad busy. So you'll have to be patient.
Sincerely,
Thanks for waiting.
UPDATE:
Why I always write Update in caps I have no idea. But I do, so lets get going. Let's talk about dreams first. I'm going to categorize these by sleep dreams and real life dreams. Are sleepy dreams real life? I am so confused. And what about if I dream about something I dream about in real life?
1. Sleepy Dream: Once upon a time I had the most hilarious star wars dream. I was fighting with the Rebels in the Grand Canyon, and Darth Vader was just this huge helmet. Barack Obama came to save us, but Darth Vadar killed him. The we were in this hallway, and all the storm troopers were chasing us, so I ran into Padama's room and into her closet. She let me try on some of her wacky shoes, sort of like Mrs. Frizzles from the Magic School Bus. They were maroon stiletto's with snails! How cool. Then I went Ice Skating down this tunnels with Storm Troopers and we all lived happily ever after. The End.
2. Real life dream: To go to Paris. Can I be more clear? I have wanted to go to Paris for as long as I can remember. If I get married, which I probably wont, I want to go there on my honeymoon. But I'll settle for a senior trip or both. Frankly, I just want to go to Paris.
3. Sleepy Dream: I think me wanting to travel just about anywhere inspired this dream. I was in a 2 story house in Italy with my grandparents. I was making Spaghetti. My grandpa really cant stand Italian food so as I was walking with a boiling pot of spaghetti sauce, he pushed me out the window and I fell to certain death. But I woke up before my certain death so I'll never know the tragic end. Actually what inspired this dream was once I actually was carrying a hot pot full of spaghetti sauce and I spilled it on myself and burnt myself. I know, genius.
4. Real life dream: To participate in a flash mob. I have no idea what they are really like, but to me, participating in a flash mob would be just the coolest. Not like the ones in Philly, but where you break out and dance in a public place. The idea really appeals to me. I have some serious moves up my sleeve that would only be appropriate in a flash mob setting.
The official dream of the day is Martin Luther King Jr's dream. I listened to the speech, and besides the fact that MLK is actually really bad at giving speeches, It was great. It was very inspiring and uplifting. The people in the background the whole time were saying "Yes Lord." or "Preach it brother!" which really added to whole effect of greatness. Here's my favorite line(s):
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
See, I told you it was good. I really like it. If anyone had half a mind they'd give a speech like this and win any election. MLK really had a great dream. I'm so glad it's come and is coming true.
Sincerely,
On the subject of bow ties, I only like them on fictional characters.
PS: Making up for the shortness of the initial post, oh yeah!
Sincerely,
Thanks for waiting.
UPDATE:
Why I always write Update in caps I have no idea. But I do, so lets get going. Let's talk about dreams first. I'm going to categorize these by sleep dreams and real life dreams. Are sleepy dreams real life? I am so confused. And what about if I dream about something I dream about in real life?
1. Sleepy Dream: Once upon a time I had the most hilarious star wars dream. I was fighting with the Rebels in the Grand Canyon, and Darth Vader was just this huge helmet. Barack Obama came to save us, but Darth Vadar killed him. The we were in this hallway, and all the storm troopers were chasing us, so I ran into Padama's room and into her closet. She let me try on some of her wacky shoes, sort of like Mrs. Frizzles from the Magic School Bus. They were maroon stiletto's with snails! How cool. Then I went Ice Skating down this tunnels with Storm Troopers and we all lived happily ever after. The End.
2. Real life dream: To go to Paris. Can I be more clear? I have wanted to go to Paris for as long as I can remember. If I get married, which I probably wont, I want to go there on my honeymoon. But I'll settle for a senior trip or both. Frankly, I just want to go to Paris.
3. Sleepy Dream: I think me wanting to travel just about anywhere inspired this dream. I was in a 2 story house in Italy with my grandparents. I was making Spaghetti. My grandpa really cant stand Italian food so as I was walking with a boiling pot of spaghetti sauce, he pushed me out the window and I fell to certain death. But I woke up before my certain death so I'll never know the tragic end. Actually what inspired this dream was once I actually was carrying a hot pot full of spaghetti sauce and I spilled it on myself and burnt myself. I know, genius.
4. Real life dream: To participate in a flash mob. I have no idea what they are really like, but to me, participating in a flash mob would be just the coolest. Not like the ones in Philly, but where you break out and dance in a public place. The idea really appeals to me. I have some serious moves up my sleeve that would only be appropriate in a flash mob setting.
The official dream of the day is Martin Luther King Jr's dream. I listened to the speech, and besides the fact that MLK is actually really bad at giving speeches, It was great. It was very inspiring and uplifting. The people in the background the whole time were saying "Yes Lord." or "Preach it brother!" which really added to whole effect of greatness. Here's my favorite line(s):
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
See, I told you it was good. I really like it. If anyone had half a mind they'd give a speech like this and win any election. MLK really had a great dream. I'm so glad it's come and is coming true.
Sincerely,
On the subject of bow ties, I only like them on fictional characters.
PS: Making up for the shortness of the initial post, oh yeah!
Just because....
Today's holiday is very carefree. Sort of like the 70's. So I think that means I should don some flare pants and a leather fringe jacket and head down to the local hippie fest. Anyone want to join me?
You should probably wear something like this. Hippies are very particular about people not misinterpreting their carefree style. It's an art. Headbands are excepted.
What I love about today is that there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to it. That kind of echo's my life because I tend to ditch rhyme and reason if at all possible. Logic is not one of my things. So basically today I could do anything I wanted. I didn't have to try and sneak something nasty in my diet. I didn't need do to any research or look up important stuff. So just because... I am going to tell you what I did today.
Side note: I have a very sweet friend, who whenever I ask her what she did that day always replies, "Well, I got up at about 8:30. And then I brushed my teeth. Then Mom told me I had to go feed the Animals, my horse was really thirsty after all. And when I was there, I saw a fly on her, so I had to shoo it off...." It kind of goes on for a while which is just what I love about her because she's so sweet, and I listen more and talk less. Something I don't engage in too often. Anyway, I promise not to go into too lengthy detail. But in case you were wondering, I have brushed my teeth.
I got up.
I ate a muffin.
I watched Pioneer Woman.
I cleaned my room.
I cleaned my room.
I cleaned my room. (This goes on for a while.)
I watched church.
I ate chips.
I am blogging now.
Such a great re-cap! I forgot to mention that somewhere in between all the cleaning my rooms, my punk threw up, So I had to clean that up as well.
Pioneer Woman was pretty good. I was mostly watching through my fingers because whenever anyone said anything it sounded like "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm on Food Network! I need to be calm and normal and not make it look like these boots and tight jeans are actually not as uncomfortable as they look." They probably were not thinking any of these things, but I was. They were probably all thinking about how cool it was, and they all probably forgot that the boots and jeans were really uncomfortable and that they were eating ten pounds of butter. I'm serious about the butter. I'm almost positive Mrs. W fainted because even I was thinking they would all keel over at any second due to mass amounts of butter intake. I guess the work that comes with a country life allows some spare room for some butter. Or a lot.
So there you have it. All of this just because. All of my random musings I've wanted to post, but never had the appropriate day to do it. I'm so thankful for today. Just because.
Sincerely,
I think I'd be scared if I met a real hippie.
PS:
They are making chocolate sheet cake! Please invite me over. Remember Pioneer Day? I think so.
PPS: Mixer winners not announced. She's still recovering from all that butter.
You should probably wear something like this. Hippies are very particular about people not misinterpreting their carefree style. It's an art. Headbands are excepted.
What I love about today is that there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to it. That kind of echo's my life because I tend to ditch rhyme and reason if at all possible. Logic is not one of my things. So basically today I could do anything I wanted. I didn't have to try and sneak something nasty in my diet. I didn't need do to any research or look up important stuff. So just because... I am going to tell you what I did today.
Side note: I have a very sweet friend, who whenever I ask her what she did that day always replies, "Well, I got up at about 8:30. And then I brushed my teeth. Then Mom told me I had to go feed the Animals, my horse was really thirsty after all. And when I was there, I saw a fly on her, so I had to shoo it off...." It kind of goes on for a while which is just what I love about her because she's so sweet, and I listen more and talk less. Something I don't engage in too often. Anyway, I promise not to go into too lengthy detail. But in case you were wondering, I have brushed my teeth.
I got up.
I ate a muffin.
I watched Pioneer Woman.
I cleaned my room.
I cleaned my room.
I cleaned my room. (This goes on for a while.)
I watched church.
I ate chips.
I am blogging now.
Such a great re-cap! I forgot to mention that somewhere in between all the cleaning my rooms, my punk threw up, So I had to clean that up as well.
Pioneer Woman was pretty good. I was mostly watching through my fingers because whenever anyone said anything it sounded like "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm on Food Network! I need to be calm and normal and not make it look like these boots and tight jeans are actually not as uncomfortable as they look." They probably were not thinking any of these things, but I was. They were probably all thinking about how cool it was, and they all probably forgot that the boots and jeans were really uncomfortable and that they were eating ten pounds of butter. I'm serious about the butter. I'm almost positive Mrs. W fainted because even I was thinking they would all keel over at any second due to mass amounts of butter intake. I guess the work that comes with a country life allows some spare room for some butter. Or a lot.
So there you have it. All of this just because. All of my random musings I've wanted to post, but never had the appropriate day to do it. I'm so thankful for today. Just because.
Sincerely,
I think I'd be scared if I met a real hippie.
PS:
They are making chocolate sheet cake! Please invite me over. Remember Pioneer Day? I think so.
PPS: Mixer winners not announced. She's still recovering from all that butter.
Lucky?
I don't know about you, but I don't classify myself as a lucky person. I mean, is luck even real? At this point we reach a dilemma. What about fate and chance? Philosophy is not my forte. Getting to the point, if luck is real, my aunt is really lucky. Something about her is lucky. I wish i could have inherited that. She got to meet Oprah (not that that is something to be proud of.) Glenn Beck, Train and she's chatted with Stu at Barnes and Noble, what an honor! She's always the lucky caller on radio shows. She's always Wednesday night Bingo winner at the senior center, and she's not even a senior.
So in honor of Lucky (Me) day, I entered a contest. Along with about 5000 other people. But who's counting anyway.
Isn't this just the cutest? Generally, I despise scalloped lace, but on a P.W. mixer, its adorable. So please pick me Ree, because that would really make for a great celebration.
Today I went to Emmers and made prune cake. But I didn't even get to eat any! Isn't that just so horrible? (I'm not being sarcastic here, I really like prunes. I like cake too so it can't be that bad) We were going to deliver some to Shy Guy, but we ran out of time. No cake for me, no cake for him. Sorry buddy, but that's how things work around this joint. I really don't like not being able to have cake.
Sincerely,
According to my Chinese fortune, Wednesday is my lucky day.
PS:
I love lemongrass.
I really like this too.
P.W. does not know me. She has no idea I exist. There is the link for ya. Too bad I'm not being paid for all this great advertising. Then I'd throw away that old Chinese proverb. After all, its Friday.
So in honor of Lucky (Me) day, I entered a contest. Along with about 5000 other people. But who's counting anyway.
Isn't this just the cutest? Generally, I despise scalloped lace, but on a P.W. mixer, its adorable. So please pick me Ree, because that would really make for a great celebration.
Today I went to Emmers and made prune cake. But I didn't even get to eat any! Isn't that just so horrible? (I'm not being sarcastic here, I really like prunes. I like cake too so it can't be that bad) We were going to deliver some to Shy Guy, but we ran out of time. No cake for me, no cake for him. Sorry buddy, but that's how things work around this joint. I really don't like not being able to have cake.
Sincerely,
According to my Chinese fortune, Wednesday is my lucky day.
PS:
I love lemongrass.
I really like this too.
P.W. does not know me. She has no idea I exist. There is the link for ya. Too bad I'm not being paid for all this great advertising. Then I'd throw away that old Chinese proverb. After all, its Friday.
Demoted to Dwarf
I could not be sadder for Pluto.
(Not this Pluto. No one could demote a puppy dog.)
(Not this Pluto. No one could demote a puppy dog.)So I told you I'm nerdy in the Astronomy area. Pluto, along with Saturn has been one of my favorite planets. So when I heard it was being demoted, I was sad.
I did my fair share of research today. There he is before he was demoted. This is also a Hubble picture. I love Hubble!! I have an app on my iPod filled with Hubble pictures. It is just the greatest. I wrote a formal apology. It is from all mankind to the planet of Pluto.
I would have elaborated a little more, but I only had 4 lines so that was the best I could to.. I hope you'll forgive us Pluto. And now I'm talking to a planet.Today was so pawsome. I think my classes arejust the greatest. I still love my bag. Someone noticed my hand sanitizer. And one of my teachers said I was a delight, and its only the first day! I am swamped with homework and I'll probably be dreaming of Flash Cards because I have so many now.
Sincerely,
No one asked my opinion when they demoted Pluto.
PS:
Found My punk on the couch today. Proves she is a punk.
My Love.
I love cupcakes. If you know me, you know that. Today I'm at a friends, enjoying myself and wearing a pink dress. So I will update you later on the awesomeness of Cupcake Day.
Sincerely,
Cupcake extremist.
UPDATE: I made cupcakes. I loved them. I ate them. The End. Actually, its not the end. I have way more to say.
My little Loveys. My little lemon cupcakes.
Clearly, I want this picture to be over with and get to eating that little lovely. And that's the epic pink dress.
Emily was the most wonderful sous chef. She really wanted to get to eating also. I love the word sous. It is sous cool.
So remember when I told you that I loved Sprinkles cupcakes? Remember I told you I go crazy over them?
Ok, so I never really told you the last part, but I guess you'd figure it out eventually. Our quaint little lemon cupcakes didn't quite compare to the great wonder of Sprinkles cupcakes, but they were still great. Emily and I decided we'd like to go on cupcake wars. Until then we will be working on our frosting skills because obviously we are no experts. But cupcakes are so forgivging and loving that you can make them look like brains or other things I wont mention and they still taste great.
We even got to include Emily's neighbor, Shy guy, in the celebration. What a neighborly thing to do! He was so jazzed about our cupcakes, I'm sure. We saw him later and he looked so pleased. I'm nearly positive his love for our cupcakes was spilling over. (The Movie) . Today I also restocked on perfume, which I had been without for way to long. I feel complete again.
Sincerely,
The Cupcake Nazi
PS: I finally got my bag for my classes. Its a messenger, and by the looks of things its going to be a good year. Any year with a messenger is destined for greatness. Especially when PB&J hand sanitizer is in the mix.
Sincerely,
Cupcake extremist.
UPDATE: I made cupcakes. I loved them. I ate them. The End. Actually, its not the end. I have way more to say.
My little Loveys. My little lemon cupcakes.
Clearly, I want this picture to be over with and get to eating that little lovely. And that's the epic pink dress.
Emily was the most wonderful sous chef. She really wanted to get to eating also. I love the word sous. It is sous cool.So remember when I told you that I loved Sprinkles cupcakes? Remember I told you I go crazy over them?
Ok, so I never really told you the last part, but I guess you'd figure it out eventually. Our quaint little lemon cupcakes didn't quite compare to the great wonder of Sprinkles cupcakes, but they were still great. Emily and I decided we'd like to go on cupcake wars. Until then we will be working on our frosting skills because obviously we are no experts. But cupcakes are so forgivging and loving that you can make them look like brains or other things I wont mention and they still taste great.
We even got to include Emily's neighbor, Shy guy, in the celebration. What a neighborly thing to do! He was so jazzed about our cupcakes, I'm sure. We saw him later and he looked so pleased. I'm nearly positive his love for our cupcakes was spilling over. (The Movie) . Today I also restocked on perfume, which I had been without for way to long. I feel complete again.
Sincerely,
The Cupcake Nazi
PS: I finally got my bag for my classes. Its a messenger, and by the looks of things its going to be a good year. Any year with a messenger is destined for greatness. Especially when PB&J hand sanitizer is in the mix.
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